I’ve been looking into more online publication opportunities of late and thought I’d bring this one to the attention of other writers just in case you hadn’t seen it yet and you’re interested in getting your words out into the world.
It’s an open submission call from Iron Faerie Publishing and they are after stories for their blog that range in length from 100 to 500 words.
I don’t know about you, but I love drabbles and flash fiction. You’re forced to think about what you’re writing in a way you may not with longer fiction and they’re quicker to write, which is a bonus, in my book given how busy I am.
They are seeking FANTASY and SPECULATIVE FICTION short stories.
Reprints : No
Simultaneous Submissions : No
Multiple Submissions : Authors may submit one story per week.
Publication : Online. An anthology is a possibility in the future.
Author Compensation : Exposure only at this stage.
Additional information can be found on their website.
Lost, my collection of short stories is available to pre-order digitally across select retailers HERE. They’ll continue to roll out, culminating with the release of the Amazon kindle and paperback versions, available on the 28th.
The collection brings together all my previously published short stories in one volume, and includes a few new, never before seen stories as well.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
For those of you who would like a taste of the stories within, here is an excerpt from the story, Owl Eyes.
The owl screeched again. The sense of urgency drew Lleu’s eyes back to the sky. There above, a trail of white flowers blossomed before stopping short.
His breath hitched as the bird fell from the sky and landed at his feet. A small cry escaped from his lips. Looking down upon the tiny mass of white feathers, he saw an even tinier heart-shaped crimson stain spring from the bird’s chest.
The owl – Blodeuwedd – was dead.
The crimson stain had barely begun to dry upon the bird’s downy feathers when the creature transformed back into the shapely form of a woman.
Llew sighed and bent to caress the soft – though now cold – cheek of his once beloved and cherished wife.
“Blodeuwedd,” he whispered.